Page 60 of Lost in the Current of You

His lips twisted. “I think Jake is organising a party at my house.” His fingers curved over my cheek in a soft caress. “I want you to be there.”

I smiled. “Of course, I’ll be there.”

“Good. Don’t forget to come bearing gifts. You won’t be allowed in otherwise,” he said with a cheeky grin.

I laughed. I didn’t realise when I’d inched closer to him, but our breaths mingled. “Depends. What is on your wishlist?”

He hummed and I felt it like it was rattling my rib cage instead of my heart. His eyes dropped down to my lips and traced a path back to my eyes in a slow drag. “I think what I really want is unattainable.”

It felt like all the breath escaped me.

I should have pulled back then, cut the tension, and drawn the line back in the sand that was being wiped clean. But I couldn’t resist. I leaned closer like he was the source of my oxygen, not the reason it had been taken away from me.

“Why would you say that?” My question came like a breath of air.

“Because I don’t think I would be forgiven for taking what I want. And I’ve tried so hard not to cross the line for so long that now that I’ve had a taste, I greedily want to take more than I should. But, I’ve never had something that’s truly mine, and when I think I’ve finally found it, something is blocking my way.”

There was a touch of pain that mixed in his eyes but it clouded over so fast with lust, longing, and something else that I hadn’t seen before. It was too hard to decipher when my brain was clouding over. And I just needed more. More of his caress like his hand brushing the side of my face down my jaw. More of his touch like our shoulders and our thighs glued next to each other. More of his breath like how it breathed life through my lips.

I swipe the rest of the line away.

“So, take what you want, Reece.”

It was like my words were a lure to him, drawing him in as his forehead dropped onto mine. His eyes drew down to my lips and a long, drawn-out sigh escaped him as if that could evacuate the need within him.

I wanted him to take me. To have me. To indulge in the little bit of peace we provide each other and just exist before it can all blow up in our faces. I wanted to know what it felt like to truly be his before the ticking bomb inevitably went off. And then I would have to be prepared to fight to keep him.

“Kody, you know we can’t. You don’t know what you’re doing. What you’re asking.”

My hand glided over his shoulder to wrap around the back of his neck, making his eyes jumped to mine.

“I know exactly what I’m asking,” I punctuated, staring right into his eyes so he could understand that I knew the consequences. I knew there would be no coming back from obliterating that line.

His eyes flickered between my own, chewing his lip as if trying to hold onto whatever restraint he still had, the same war going through his mind. But I didn’t care, I was going to break that restraint anyway. I just needed him.

His eyes dropped to my lips and his voice was a husky tone under his breath as he said, “Fuck it.” And then his lips fused to mine.

Every time I felt the press of his lips, it was like every piece of the mismatched puzzle of my life finally fit together. Kissing him was like a reprieve from all the mess going on in my life. And the way he kissed me was like we were breathing air back into each other. Like if we parted, we would slowly die from lack of oxygen.

His lips moved with mine with urgency at first before he slowed it down as if to savour it. Every taste and lick and suck drew us closer together. I felt instantly consumed by him, in the languid stroke of his tongue against mine and the strong grip he had on my jaw. I breathed him in, taking every ounce of attention he gave.

He pulled me closer, guiding me to straddle his thighs. I hovered at first, unsure how far to take this, until he pulled me down and ground me against him. I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped me and I felt his lips stretch into a smile against mine.

His lips glided down my jaw and throat as he held me tight against him while I tilted back, giving him space to attack my neck in nips, licks, and kisses. It was a good thing he had a hold on me because I felt absolutely weak against his touch and if he had let go, I was falling straight into the water below us. But maybe that would have been a good thing to shock me back into the presence.

He kissed his way back up my neck and to my ear before whispering huskily, “As much as I would love to keep kissing you here, I don’t think people would appreciate the public display.” He paused to swallow. “My car?”

I nodded eagerly, carefully manoeuvring off him and tugging him up with me. His grin was devastating and enticing, pulling every string inside of me that seemed to be attached to him. I wrapped my arm around his neck and kissed him again, melting with how good the curve of his lips felt.

His hands clasped mine as he pulled me towards his car with long sure steps. Luckily no one was around at that moment because I wanted more of Reece. The feel of his skin, his hair between my fingers, his passion feeding into my own.

I felt the sudden cold shock of metal against my back as Reece pressed me against the hood of the car, his hand wandering down my side as he fished in his pockets for his keys. The jingle of them rang through the fog and it felt like it had a direct line to my heart as it picked up pace, ramming against my chest, nerves and excitement mixing within me.

He picked me up with one hand under my ass and the other unlocking the car before opening the door to the back seats. Our lips parted for only a moment as he sat me in the backseat and my eyes fluttered open at the exact moment to see the view of Reece climbing in after me, hovering over me as he closed the door behind him, the sexiest grin in place. I crawled back against the opposite side door, leaning against it as he followed. The armrest dug into my back but I didn’t pay it any attention, I just wanted Reece to keep looking at me like he was.

“Every time I look at you, since I met you, I have only ever seen beauty. But right now, I think this is my favourite.” His voice was a deep husky whisper as he read exactly what was on my mind and I sunk deep into his orbit.

I grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him down to my lips again, drinking in the groan he released.

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